Fight Or Flight

I am tiring waiting for you to make the threat true

I no longer desire to wring my hands in rue

Indeed I have been stalked

Your footsteps following me wherever I walk

Yet alas I still have my luck

I refuse to remain the prey you sought

Someone young and defenseless you thought

I may not have a gun but it will be you that is shot

This life that I treasure is too precious for me to give up

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